Talk To Me

Oh mother pray your children never live the way I do
There's no money in these pockets
There's no glory for this fool
I never felt like Kerouac but I live the way I choose
when you've nothing left to hold you know you've nothing left to lose

Talk to me
My mother always cried
Talk to me
My father left my side

I never found the lord above & I never prayed too well
but I found a taste for bourbon then I found a way to hell

Talk to me
My mother always cried
Talk to me
My father left my side

These places are just memories these people are just dreams
And no one gives a shit or is that just the way it seems
My heart has gone, my bones are weak don t leave me in this place
you'll never see me here again and you'll soon forget my face

Talk to me
My mother always cried
Talk to me
My father left my side




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